[ Megatron takes a step back with shoulders nearly but never quite touching until he stands catty-cornered to a large floor to ceiling window that kept the room alight in the severe angled shadows of open deep space. Looking back at Soundwave, feels the same empty shift between the plates in his abdomen when there was nothing between him and the rapidly shrinking ground but the air burning away under JATO engines.
Occasionally, and often without warning, the razors edge he walks per his association with Soundwave is made transparently clear. What engenders the unshakable bedrock of the trust his best officer places in him was a foundation whose cornerstone was one simple as it was impossibly maintained asset: That trust was mutual even as Soundwave could see right through him. The indomitable brutality in everything that Megatron was extended to how candid he was that some of his dissenters mistakenly assumed him to be ingenuous. Being bare faced with his long term goals and ideology is what skyrocketed this movement from festering like an ulcer beneath Nova Point to intergalactic total war.
And how it would all fall out from under him the moment he gave into the pervasive, basic need to lie. Soundwave would know before even he did, and then it all might very well be over. The red glow of his eyes shifted casting shadows on the bend of the malleable metal around his optic sockets as his gaze drew along the lines of Soundwave's masked face where he could almost trace the symbol burned into his spark casing. Something about the thought of falling out of favor with him through duplicity or an inability to stay up to par struck Megatron as intensely wrong. As if it were betraying the very Decepticon credo itself.
Megatron was the Decepticon fury. Soundwave was the promise that this was all supposed to get better. ]
Look at me - wallowing in past transgressions needing to be told to rest when the marks of your own ordeals are all too fresh.
[ He lists his hand; index finger bent close to the palm so close to tilting Soundwave's chin up to look him in the eye. Soundwave isn't so much short than him that it would be necessary, and Megatron doesn't touch him. Only close enough that Soundwave eases into the instruction without physical cues. It never occurs to him why he continues to balk at the jump beyond a dum understanding that Megatron had since the first shot fired not laid a hand on another soul without violence behind it. ]
Go see Flatline in the medbay then report back here when you've made contact with either Overlord or Starscream.
shows up two weeks later
Occasionally, and often without warning, the razors edge he walks per his association with Soundwave is made transparently clear. What engenders the unshakable bedrock of the trust his best officer places in him was a foundation whose cornerstone was one simple as it was impossibly maintained asset: That trust was mutual even as Soundwave could see right through him. The indomitable brutality in everything that Megatron was extended to how candid he was that some of his dissenters mistakenly assumed him to be ingenuous. Being bare faced with his long term goals and ideology is what skyrocketed this movement from festering like an ulcer beneath Nova Point to intergalactic total war.
And how it would all fall out from under him the moment he gave into the pervasive, basic need to lie. Soundwave would know before even he did, and then it all might very well be over. The red glow of his eyes shifted casting shadows on the bend of the malleable metal around his optic sockets as his gaze drew along the lines of Soundwave's masked face where he could almost trace the symbol burned into his spark casing. Something about the thought of falling out of favor with him through duplicity or an inability to stay up to par struck Megatron as intensely wrong. As if it were betraying the very Decepticon credo itself.
Megatron was the Decepticon fury. Soundwave was the promise that this was all supposed to get better. ]
Look at me - wallowing in past transgressions needing to be told to rest when the marks of your own ordeals are all too fresh.
[ He lists his hand; index finger bent close to the palm so close to tilting Soundwave's chin up to look him in the eye. Soundwave isn't so much short than him that it would be necessary, and Megatron doesn't touch him. Only close enough that Soundwave eases into the instruction without physical cues. It never occurs to him why he continues to balk at the jump beyond a dum understanding that Megatron had since the first shot fired not laid a hand on another soul without violence behind it. ]
Go see Flatline in the medbay then report back here when you've made contact with either Overlord or Starscream.